via Vice The child sex abuse crisis in ultra-Orthodox Judaism, like that in the Catholic Church, has produced its share of shocking headlines in recent years. In New York, and in the prominent Orthodox communities of Israel and London, allegations of child molestation and rape have been rampant. The alleged abusers are schoolteachers, rabbis, fathers, […]Read more "The Child Rape Assembly Line"
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Spongebob Squarepants has defined Nickelodeon for the past decade and a half, but it isn’t the face of the network for me. I am old enough to have watched the pilot of Spongebob when it first aired and I am old enough to remember the Nicktoons as an established brand before it aired.…
Do you think you can’t leave your abusive partner? Do you feel hopeless when you return to a relationship filled with pain? Or, do you dwell on your toxic ex and struggle to stay away? Then y… Source: What abusers hope we never learn about trauma bondingRead more "What abusers hope we never learn about trauma bonding"
content warning: description of sexual violence/rape/assault in the days, weeks and months following the night I was raped doesn’t really matter. See it wasn’t just that night that really traumatized me. Yes I was violated and treated like a fleshlight. My body was a cum dumpster. Nothing but a piece of flesh that was […]Read more "what I looked like"
you meet someone who speaks your language? and looks you in the eye? and understands exactly what you say? and doesn’t fear the emotions that rain off your body and the experiences that navigate your path? You know when someone says something enthralling and exciting and fascinating and strange and makes you want to believe […]Read more "You know when"
With people who dont judge. They like me for who I am. Were not best friends. Were casual friends. Sharing chit chat and plates of food. Yet all I can think about as I watch these people dance and relax merrily is that I cant let go of my worries as simply as they do. […]Read more "Im at a party"
Originally written in fall 2012 My earliest memory, you see, was when I was a little less than 2 years old. My mom was sobbing as she dragged me out of the house late one night. I was in overalls. Sucking on a pacifier.Trying my best to soothe myself, trying to soothe her. Because she […]Read more "Child"